In the culture of western compatriots, love is the ultimate joy of life, it's the finance of the minutes of life. Circulation of love juice is very much alive and kicking, feeding the hungry stressed-out both cosmopolitan and village people alike like chicken bun to a proletariat. It moves like a heart pumping, staccato and ever so rumbling, maimed by the periodical act of killings. The heartbreaking acts by the minor hooligans will not and can not stop the flow of the love act, love juice and love money in the western world.
And hence love song is ever so essential to hold it together, it's like the capillary that enclosed with pulsating might. It helps to prevent haemorrhage, which kills the organ of the world. Putting a strong resistance, the love song defines how love should be.
Yet, love songs kills creativity and stereotype how a relationship should come about, should inspire, should be sowed and ultimately to be broken. And hence that's where the fallacy of love comes in; whatever the pure love exist when people are so in line with what the pop songs tell us?
At least I am aware that love is so bounded by the shackles of silly chinese pop songs coming from a small number of writers in Taiwan and Malaysia that we see no shortages of depressed asshole barring their love to the love song of their dream.
ok i digress, it's so hard to write a review for this song cause I just love it. Sara Bareilles has the right ingredient to come out top in the chart for it's fresh new pop sound.
I guess we have found the right adult contemporary sound to survive and thrive in this rhythmic-obsessed urban music.
Heavy on the piano and strong on the melody, and edgy on the lyrics, come-on a little bit of anger wouldn't hurt either. So let's see what is the next adult contemporary breakthrough to rise to the upper echelon of Hot 100?
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